Edwin came home this morning.


It was better than I'd expected.

I had expected to get a slip in the mailbox, to trek three blocks, stand in line, show ID, negotiate the plexiglass box exchange system, and to carry him home in my granny cart.

Instead, the postman rang (more than twice), said he was on the way up.

I waited in the hall.

Signed twice.


He is now on his altar.